Months of time being friends with benefits had gone by. Quarantined times meant limiting any and all contact as much as humanly possible so both at least had the outlet of really hot sex despite the chaos of the world. Both of us knew that was our deal. The sex was pleasurable, no doubt – but it was often quick, hard, and felt insignificant. Sure, there was some cuddling afterwards, but it never lasted too long. But hey, it certainly served as some entertainment and the sexual release was incredible stress relief for both of us.
After a long day, I texted him telling him I was really in the mood and to come over after work. He obliged. A few sexy texts and maybe a picture or two were exchanged throughout the day. I felt how wet I was for him continuously the entire day, catching myself riding the hem of my sweatpants back and forth in a work meeting even. Finally, after work rolled around, and so did he. We greeted each other as normal, but he just kept looking at me funny as we sat on the couch. I pestered him with questions about what was up with him and he responded asking me if he could kiss me. A little emotional for our usual bickering and banter, but okay… He tucked his hand under my face and lifted it to kiss him for the longest, most romantically tender kiss we had probably ever had. He looked at me with a smirk and asked if he could show me what he really wanted to do with me.